The Bennet Scandal

Shattered Trust

Natasha sat in the grand living room of the Westbrook estate, the sunlight streaming through the expansive windows and casting a warm glow over everything. But she barely noticed the brightness; her eyes were glued to the video clip playing on her phone, a raw moment captured between Gabriel and Sophia. The kiss lingered on the screen, and Natasha felt a mix of disbelief and intrigue wash over her.

She was watching the video clip of the kissing scene between Gabriel and Sophia. Her phone was clutched tightly in her hand as she stared at the screen, where the infamous video replayed for what felt like the hundredth time. The image of her husband, Gabriel, kissing Sophia Bennet—so young, so vibrant—felt like a betrayal so deep it was almost tangible.

"Gabriel!" she shouted, her voice echoing off the marble walls. "Get in here!"

Moments later, Gabriel entered the living room, his expression shifting as he took in the dread seriousness on his wife's face. "Natasha, what's going on? I—"

"Don't you dare play innocent with me!" she snapped, cutting him off. "I saw the video. How could you?"

He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came. Instead, he stood there, helpless, watching the fury radiate from her.

"It's not what you think," he finally said, his voice low. "It was a moment of weakness—"

"Moment of weakness?" Natasha's eyes blazed with anger. "You kissed a girl half your age! Do you think that's just a minor slip-up? Do you have any idea how humiliating this is for me? For our family?"

"Natasha, please," he pleaded, stepping closer. "It meant nothing. I was—"

"Don't! Don't even try to justify it!" She shoved him away, taking a step back, her heart racing. "I can't believe you would do this to me!"

Gabriel ran a hand through his hair, anxiety growing in his eyes. "I made a mistake. I never wanted to hurt you. I love you, Natasha."

"Love?" she laughed bitterly. "If you loved me, you wouldn't have been so reckless! You've put our entire lives at risk! What do you think people will say? How do you think this will affect our daughter?"

The mention of Emma pierced through him like a dagger. "I never meant for any of this to happen," he said, his voice trembling. "Please, just give me a chance to explain."

"Explain? What is there to explain?" Tears welled in her eyes, but she fought them back. "You've already made your choice. You've shown me exactly who you are."

With a swift motion, she grabbed her phone again and tapped quickly, her heart pounding. "I'm calling my lawyer," she declared, her voice steady. "I want a divorce."

"Natasha, no!" Gabriel shouted, panic lacing his tone. "You can't just throw everything away over one mistake!"

"Don't you dare downplay this!" She turned away from him, dialing the number, her heart racing. "You have no idea how much I've sacrificed for this marriage. I'm not going to let you ruin me because of your poor choices."

"Please," he said, desperation flooding his voice. "I'll do anything. Just let me talk to you."

But she was already speaking on the phone. "Yes, I need to file for divorce. No, I don't want to wait. I want it done as soon as possible." She paused, listening to the lawyer's calm voice. "Yes, I understand the implications. I'm fully aware."

Gabriel watched in horror as Natasha's face hardened, her determination palpable. He stepped forward, reaching out for her, but she recoiled, stepping away.

"Natasha, you don't mean this," he urged, his heart racing. "I love you. I can fix this."

"No, Gabriel. You've made your bed. Now lie in it," she said coldly. With that, she marched toward the bedroom and locked the door behind her.